MIDLIFE, A RETURN FROM HELL
Always the eidetic object hovers,
Ions looming amid some vision
As you discover yourself lost
In the dark, midmost in
At the spiritual midnight of your
When a middleman of sorts comes
To help with your middle-aged
Muddle, explaining the mid-flight
Movie of your own mid-life mess,
Hunkering down next to you,
Ulterior motives rippling over
His flesh at right angles to your
Inner core of outdated beliefs,
The middle way as lost to you
As your mind in the middle of
The mesh, noonday, like a news
Flash, world without wit or rhyme,
A world wide web of choices on
The line, the world totally on
All worldly concepts in a whorl
Somewhere mid-ocean, no more
High flight plans, body erect,
No chance of Eros or recreation.
Billboards being erected point out,
Yammer your deep implication
To the news gathering world and,
My nature, “forget nature, it’s
Natural to feel weird”, the guy
The supernatural takes over
Naturally, like the paramedics
On the creator’s own team
To your horror scene with medical
Your condition grave, extreme,
And they slam you in a white
a slow drizzle runs into your arm.
A window, flush with ceiling aligns
Vertical sights, baroque,
Cosmic and forceful, heaven and
All its administration peering
Ready to administer, register death
Or damnation, poised to circle
Pondering your circumstances.
Circular hell awaits you as people
Circulate in limbo-like corridors,
The short circuit of your life
To have found its circumference,
A life circumnavigated without
Being bold or courageous, no ire,
Only the old ox led off to his end.
The idea of recovery comes late,
On Tarot card pictures, a red lady
Presents, “Oh, it's nothing,
It’s nothing, nor is it really
Emulate its poetry. Go ahead, die!
Your spirit will howl for today,
Tomorrow you’ll know what to
Become flame, evolve from sparks
acknowledge your self consumption
twist the blade in your
roast the answers over a slow fire
answer the voices before they
boost the volume on your hearing
aid, and you only hear the indoors.
Temporary passes get you there.
Unauthorized passengers, frenzied,
Will stray in and out with the
They visit you with plans of
Visiting the unplanned, the bored,
Becomes their beatitude: to be
By the heavenly is absolutely key.
No amount of archaic references
Can explain homo chic, the red lady
Cannot be explained in simple terms.
Be prudent, her carrot-eating mania
For red-hot tangibility keeps the
And her new ladylove under control.
Run the trine, submit, incorporate.
Match wits with the trinity of
The projects you begin are all
Part of the revelation is the
The flicker in the rec-room that
What must be sensed by felt board
Or pottery clay, a menu for today
Could be as relevant as ritual
Burned, steamed or boiled relevance
May usher in the next relationship,
And take the relation of forms a
Closer to being more relevant than
An avalanche of potatoes, baked
Briskets beautifully arranged by
Intervals and beautiful alignments.
Your fire beatifies whirling
allows an agenda to be beautiful,
and melts ideas that tend to
A hot poker in the eye of the
clarifies the meaning of your
as she learns what it means to be
as deadly as she is utterly